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Veering
around a couple holding hands and a guy walking his dog, Danny came to a quick
halt in front of McKinnis, flipping his board up into his hands. “Excuse me,”
he said to a passing student. “What time is it?”

“Seven
thirty,” she said, hurrying down the stairs.

He was
half an hour early. This was what happened when none of his friends had a
reliable watch. Danny blew on his cold fingers, considering his options. He
could go get something to eat and come back at eight. Or, he could just be
early.

He
grinned. Getting to see Ryan half an hour early sounded good to him.
Skateboard under one arm, Danny walked into the university library. Ryan was
usually on the fourth floor somewhere, so he took the stairs, his footsteps
echoing in the otherwise silent stairway.

Stepping onto the fourth floor, he was surrounded by somber silence. Libraries
were too quiet for Danny, too serious, and he moved self-consciously toward the
stacks, trying to keep his sneakers from squeaking as he left the carpeted area,
passing students absorbed in their work.

Danny
tended to do most of his research on the Net or by borrowing books from other
students. Whenever he used the library, he did it as quickly as possible, in
and out, a man on a mission. He preferred a little more action in his life than
the library provided. But Ryan was an English major, always reading and
studying, and Ryan liked the library, the quiet, the structure, the books, the
overwhelming volume of knowledge.

They’d
actually met in the library. Danny had been looking for a book on Eskimo
mythology or something, and Ryan had been standing right there in front of that
section. He’d been cute as hell, just Danny’s height with a mop of brown curls,
really dark brown eyes, and the sweetest curve to his ass. When Danny said hi
and Ryan said hi back, flashing him a nervous smile, and Danny saw dimples, it
was game over. Nothing got to Danny like dimples, and Ryan’s were a mile deep.

That
had been months ago, and Danny was still hooked. Roaming the stacks, he spotted Ryan
searching the shelves. Grinning to himself, Danny propped his skateboard at the
end of the aisle and approached his prey with caution.

Ryan
sighed, running a distracted hand through his curls, reaching for a book.

Danny
snuck closer, closer, closer.

Ryan
opened the book, flipping through its pages.

Danny
pounced. Ryan’s back hit the shelf; the book hit the floor. After a
moment’s struggle, Ryan moaned, giving in, wrapping his arms around Danny’s
waist. Danny cupped Ryan’s jaw with one hand, making love to Ryan’s mouth
with his kiss, his other hand splayed against Ryan’s chest. The warm
welcome of Ryan’s embrace invited Danny to settle in and stay, and Danny kissed
with a little more aggression, rubbing Ryan’s chest through layers of clothing.

“Mmm.”
Ryan pushed him back slightly, breaking their kiss. “You’re early. And your
nose is cold,” Ryan added with a smile, brushing a soft kiss across his cheek.

“It’s
cold outside,” Danny said. “What’re you looking up?”

“I’m
working on my Copperfield paper,” Ryan said, taking his hands and rubbing
them. He was wearing fingerless gloves, which weren’t the warmest thing in
December, but the way that Ryan kissed his fingers made up for that. “I can’t find a
book that I need. Where’s Red?”

“Back
there,” Danny said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that his skateboard
was still waiting for him. “You want me to help you find it?”

“Find
what?” Ryan asked, now kissing his knuckles.

“Your
book,” Danny said, grinning.

“Mmm,”
Ryan said, and kissed him. Danny wrapped an arm around Ryan’s waist, guiding
Ryan closer to his body, sliding a hand up into thick curls. “What book?” Ryan
asked around his tongue.

“It
doesn’t matter,” Danny said, because the way Ryan was rubbing high inside his
thigh made everything else seem really unimportant. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Ryan asked breathlessly between kisses, hand so close to his dick that Danny
wanted to squirm.

“Anywhere we can suck dick,” Danny said. He knew that Ryan wouldn’t try it in
the library; he’d asked, often.

“Okay,”
Ryan said.

Danny
couldn’t take it any longer; he grabbed Ryan’s wrist and pushed Ryan’s hand over
a few inches. Ryan’s hand closed firmly over his dick, and Danny groaned, head
smacking back into a row of books. God… Ryan kissed his neck, cupping his
dick, squeezing rhythmically, rubbing him down. Moaning, Danny caught Ryan’s
mouth in a greedy kiss, need rising fast. If they didn’t get moving soon-

“I hate
to bother you, but I need one of the books right behind you.”

Danny
flashed her a quick smile, wiping his mouth with the back of one gloved hand.
“Go ahead, I think we have somewhere else to be,” he said, taking Ryan’s hand
and pulling Ryan along.

Ducking
back for his bookbag, mumbling embarrassed apologies, Ryan followed. Danny
picked up his skateboard and tugged Ryan towards the stairwell. “My room or
yours?”

“Where’s Jeremy?”

“What
day is today?” Danny asked, starting down the stairs, one hand holding Red,
fingers of his other hand lacing through Ryan’s.

“Thursday,” Ryan said. “You didn’t go to class, did you?”

“One of
them,” Danny said. “Jeremy’s going to be at Melissa’s, so my room’s free.”

“You
didn’t go to biology or astronomy?”

“I read
the textbook,” Danny said. “I used a highlighter and everything.” They walked
outside. “Now don’t you wish you had a coat?”

“I’ll
walk fast,” Ryan said, unlacing their fingers so that he could tug his sleeves down
over his hands.

“You
want my jacket?”

“You’d
freeze,” Ryan said. “I’m okay.”

“I
don’t get cold,” Danny said.

“Yeah?”
Ryan asked. “That must be a really warm T-shirt.”

Danny
laughed as they crossed the quad. “You staying over tonight?”

“Yeah,”
Ryan said.

Danny
smiled to himself. Cool.

When
they got to Danny’s dorm, they locked themselves into his room. Danny took
off his jacket and nuzzled Ryan’s neck, tucking his cold hands into Ryan’s
pockets. Ryan nuzzled back, and they started kissing, Ryan’s tongue soft and
insistent in Danny’s mouth, Ryan’s hands cold and stroking on Danny’s back.
Danny drew Ryan down to his bed, and they made out for a while, pulling the
blankets up and burrowing into each other. They kicked their sneakers off, and
when Danny shimmied out of his T-shirt, Ryan started stroking his chest, rubbing
his abs, licking the hard nubs of his nipples. Danny moaned, arching a little,
loving the attention, running his fingers through Ryan’s hair. “You wanna suck
my dick?” he asked, a little breathlessly, his dick twitching at the idea.

“Yeah,”
Ryan said against his skin, kissing down over his stomach, already flicking open
the buttons on his fly. Danny helped Ryan to push his jeans down, kicking them
off and spreading his thighs. Ryan started licking his dick, and Danny moaned,
twisting his fingers in Ryan’s curls. Oh, yeah… God, he loved this. He loved
getting head, it felt so good, and he loved it from Ryan, loved the way that Ryan
sucked on him, loved the way that Ryan swallowed, loved the way that Ryan looked down
there.

Watching Ryan’s cheeks hollow like that, the dark line of Ryan’s lowered lashes,
the way that his dick disappeared between Ryan’s lips, made Danny dizzy with lust, so
he closed his eyes, pushing his head back into the pillow, drawing his knees up
tighter, trying not to pull on Ryan’s hair too hard. God, the…suction…it
felt so…good… Groaning, Danny rocked his hips a little, thrusting just
enough to make Ryan suck harder. God, it was, unh, Danny felt Ryan’s fingers
stroking across his asshole and he tensed, toes curling, feeling the pleasure
swell past the point of possibility and explode inside him, spitting cum thickly
down Ryan’s throat.

Danny
felt his entire body relax, his fingers loosening their hold on Ryan’s hair, his
other hand releasing its grip on the sheets, his spine dissolving. He heard and
felt Ryan moving, but he knew what was going on, so he didn’t bother to open his
eyes.

Ryan’s
kiss was deep and urgent. “No, just scream when it feels good.” Danny laughed,
raising his knees, and Ryan kissed him some more, carefully slipping one lubed
finger into his ass. Danny kissed with a little more tongue, his body starting
to send some very happy signals as Ryan stroked his prostate. Mmm, yeah. Oh,
yeah, that was, yeah, like that, right there… Danny shivered, tugging Ryan
closer.

He
started to get lost in his body’s rising pleasure and Ryan’s hot kiss, but he
was brought right back to reality by the slow, thick press of Ryan’s dick. God,
it felt, Danny groaned, trying not to tense, digging his fingers into Ryan’s
shoulder while Ryan cursed softly. The stretch and fullness of it made him ache
in the best possible way, and when Ryan pulled back only to thrust in farther,
Danny moaned Ryan’s name and dragged his blunt nails across Ryan’s collarbone.
Something about the sight of his own hand bothered him, and the next thrust
sparked such a bright flare inside him that some of it reached his brain and he
realized that he was still wearing his gloves.

He made
a move to pull them off, but the next thrust had him too busy moaning to
remember how his hands worked.

Ryan
ducked his head, licking - - thrust - - across Danny’s wrist, and - - thrust - -
unfastened Danny’s glove with his - - thrust - - teeth - - thrust - -
peeling it down - - thrust - - over Danny’s hand and - - thrust - - off,
spitting it aside and - - thrust - - moving in for the other one. Ryan kissed
Danny’s palm first this time, sucking on his fingers, fucking him in deep,
steady rhythm. Danny didn’t know what was making him harder, Ryan’s mouth or
Ryan’s dick, the steady explosions in his body or the light scrape of Ryan’s
teeth soothed by a quick flick of tongue, but he was starting to think
that his second orgasm was going to arrive a lot sooner than he’d expected.

Ryan
was fucking him harder now, faster, dropping his other glove and putting a hand
on his chest, stroking, rubbing, flicking at a nipple, twisting it lightly,
making him moan Ryan’s name. Ryan’s dark eyes were focused on him, watching his
face, and Danny felt heat rising, the intensity in Ryan’s gaze building with
every deep thrust. Danny was sweating, his dick aching, his hands rubbing
Ryan’s arms with agitated need. He loved getting fucked, but he could never
take it for very long; he always started to get restless, needy, pushy.

He
didn’t know what Ryan was looking for in his face, what Ryan really saw.
Something was starting to burn in Ryan’s eyes, something hot and dark, and
Ryan’s hand pushed on his chest, holding him down, while Ryan’s dick fucked into
him faster, faster, faster. Groaning, trying to buck and twist under Ryan’s
body, Danny jacked his own dick, forcing the pleasure on faster, pushing himself
closer to climax. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to come now, he wanted it
now, he heard himself moaning things like “now” and “Ryan” and “please.”

Ryan’s
hips snapped hard, Ryan’s dick slamming in deep, and Danny cried out, jacking
his dick a little too hard and coming in a wild rush, cum splattering hot and
white across his stomach and up onto his chest. Ryan was moaning a lot of “oh
god Danny yes” and coming inside him with one final thrust.

Danny
welcomed Ryan’s full weight onto him, kissing Ryan’s shoulder, wrapping his arms
and legs around Ryan and dragging his fingers slowly through Ryan’s curls. He
was glad that Ryan was going to spend the night. His bed was too small, but
that just made them share more personal space.

Besides, Ryan liked to get off first thing each morning, and Danny liked to be
around to help him with that.

Danny
combed his fingers through Ryan’s hair some more. “Tell me about the first time
we met.”

Ryan
laughed against his neck. It made him shiver. “You were there.”

“I like
the way you tell it.”

I was doing research on various mythologies and creation stories, and I was
trying to find a certain book in the library, when someone walked up to me and
said, “Do you need help with anything?” I turned and looked at him.
He was about five foot eight, with short, spiky blond hair and bright blue eyes.
He had freckles and a hot, sweet, cute, impish smile.

I asked
him if he worked there. He just grinned at me and said no, but he’d be happy to
help me anyway. I couldn’t tell if he was flirting or trying to make friends,
but when he said, “Hi, I’m Danny,” and offered me his hand, I shook it and said,
“I’m Ryan.”

He had
on fingerless gloves and a shirt that said “Punk You” and a tight strand of
silver beads around his neck, and he was carrying a skateboard. Guys like that
normally don’t walk up to me and try to be my friend, so I assumed that he'd
move along shortly. He picked up a book as if he didn’t care which one it was,
and asked me with a charmingly bright yet casual smile, “You doing anything
later?”

I had
no idea what he wanted. He was very, very cute, and I loved the way that he kept
smiling at me. On the other hand, there were a lot of bizarre people on
campus, and it occurred to me that maybe he wanted to recruit me for some
religious organization. “Probably studying,” I said. “I have a lot of work to
do.”

“Okay,”
he said. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

“Maybe,”
I said. He gave me another one of those bright, impish grins and left, and I
turned back to the books, forcing myself back to my task and trying to ignore
the impulse to chase him down.

About
fifteen minutes later, when I was standing at the copier, feeding it quarters, I
heard a quick, “Hey, Ryan.” I looked up, and Danny, still cute, still hot,
handed me a folded piece of paper. “You dropped this,” he said with a smile,
and left. I watched him walk away, and then I glanced at the paper, unfolding
it, certain that I hadn’t dropped it.

It had
a phone number, an e-mail address, and “Danny – call me.”

I had
to smile, because there was nothing subtle in that. He’d been hitting on me the
whole time, only I’d been too oblivious to pick up on it.

I spent
a few minutes debating whether I should contact him or not. I wasn’t interested
in a one-night stand, but I didn’t have the time to devote to a relationship.
Whichever he wanted, I didn’t think I could give him. That smile, though, that
smile was irresistible, and I was incredibly attracted to him.

As soon as
I finished with the copier, I went over to one of the computer terminals
and e-mailed Danny, telling him that I'd be free the next night. By the time
that I
got back to my room, I had an e-mail message waiting for me, telling me that
he’d meet me in front of the library.